Tuesday, February 17, 2015
Reveling in the Little Things
Mr. Clean was out of town last night with work, and I had big big plans. I was going to rendezvous with a couple men I haven't seen in a while. I figured that I could alternate my time and attention between Mr. Selfridge and Doc Martin, but those pesky children of mine had other plans.
The three youngest wanted a sleepover. In my room. I am certainly cultured enough to know one simply does not have men in her room when the children are about, so I changed my plans and let the kids camp out on my floor.
I thought about how cool it was that I still had kids that wanted to spend time with me. Wanted to just be in the same room I was for the night. Even if it meant having to decide who got Daddy's side, and who had to grab a spot on the floor. It was heartwarming. So I put up with the whispering (I'm not sure how they forgot that I have the power of hearing), the sporadic snoring, the flip-flopping next to me, and the sleeping bodies blocking the path to the bathroom, to just revel in the fact that I had some of my babies super close for the night.